Each step leads you to this door.
Lying down, eyes closed, the outside world seeming to
be no longer.
A time capsule moment, no beginning, no end.
Just the space between.
Find stillness between each breath.
Watching, waiting, nothing to do but wait.
For something, for nothing,
There is sound in no sound.
A feather floating between, catching the currents
(This poem was originally written on January 8th 2013)